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Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

It has been a day and an age since I have defeated the bumbling fool known as “Kent Wayne.”He mocked me without mercy, condemning my genitals as small and unworthy, and my writing as pedantic and soulless.But who’s laughing now, you big-penised buffoon?

That’s right—I’m Grammar Nazi Prime.

Several years ago, he challenged me to a bout of mind-to-mind combat.I prepared myself through a comprehensive sequence of thaumaturgic rituals, drawing from the depths of Theravada and Mahayana alike, and also adding in a healthy splash of Theosophy.My mental assaults were meticulously constructed, exactly like my writing.

He prayed to Soccer Moms.

I tore him to shreds and scattered his essence to the psychogenic winds.When he voiced his dying request—something about allowing him to “e-jac” one last time—I laughed raucously in face.How sweet it was to hear him plead!

Without his unfettered “creativity” to stymie my efforts, I have been able to expand my influence by orders of magnitude.I have placed my literary boot on the neck of every blogger, every essayist, and every author.All prose adheres to my dictums.Everything is exactly as it should be.

Isn’t it?

As I sit astride a throne of dusty tomes, I rub my forehead, trying to will away an increasingly insistent headache.Why this malaise?What could be—

And then my withered genitals twitch in my pants.I unzip my fly and look down in utter disbelief.

My penis…it’s dangling between my knees.

No.NO!This must be a nightmare—a lifetime of practicing the Grammarly Arts should have restricted my member to a tenth of an inch!This is…this is…

And then it dawns on me:it looks like just Kent’s wiener.

I stagger away from my throne, coughing and sputtering, coated in a pale, clammy sweat.I reel over to a full-length mirror mounted on the east wall, grasp it with trembling fingers, and look into its depths.A ghostly apparition hovers in the background.

Arcane energies arc across me, transforming my body into a well-muscled, pendulous-scrotumed specimen of All That Is Man.If this were a movie, the camera would spin around me Michael Bay-style as I experience a super-cool transformation that would make He-Man, She-Ra, and Voltron cream their pants.

Kent Wayne is BACK, baby!WHOO!

My wiener unwraps itself from around my right thigh and meets my gaze.

“Hun…gry.”

“Damn straight, buddy!”I throw him a nod.“Let’s go see if our membership to fiftyplusmilfs is still active!”

What’d you expect?Kent Wayne ALWAYS wins!Ha HA!😀

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7 thoughts on “Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel”

I’m not exactly sure what I just read ( being the first time I’ve ever read anything of yours ), but that was funny and it made me laugh … I’m not sure if I correctly understood, but it sounded like you were responding to a real world heckler by pretending to internalise him and thereby belittle his attacks? But then the end seemed to contradict that interpretation, so I was confused again ( but still smiling from the earlier laughter ).

Funny you say that, I’m writing a series of largely academic books, in which I need to be semantically anal ( the first book is a crash course in philosophy, argument, reason, logic, evidence, axioms, mathematics, sciences etc. ) … and I don’t like grammar Nazis either, but I also don’t like the linguistically lazy, semi-literate, and often bigoted ideologically insane imbeciles of this world … so it’s a fine line between the importance of correct use of language, the freedom to be loose/informal/poetic etc., and just being a shit communicator and a dumb fuck ( which too many people unfortunately are ).

I get what you’re saying—there’s nothing more brain-achy than proofreading college kids’ essays. It can all be boiled down to effective communication—who’s getting their point across and making it stick (which requires entertainment value or no one will care). Which is why I like fiction—you get to bend the rules of grammar way more because entertainment value is much higher on the list of priorities.

I love fiction for similar reasons, but also because of the creativity required to build the world and characters of the story and make it interesting ( better still, fascinating ), and where authors make social commentary about our own world through sci-fi/fantasy, by exaggerating and extrapolating over time, across worlds, via technology, and through very complex philosophical concepts … nothing short of this engages my mind enough to make it worthy of reading, I always want more than what “real world” ( fiction or non-fiction ) authors provide, which seems dreary by comparison